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The Chariot and The Tower: Part 2 [Action] [Backdated 2/8]
Who: Richard, Patient Zero, possibly open to more
When: February 8th, evening
Where: Nova City sewers
What: Pest Control
It had been once week since the infestation had begun in Nova City. A wave of illness had swept upon its citizens, cursing them with maladies of body and brain. The former were not difficult to cure in the ultra-modern metropolis, though the latter proved more trying still. The young were more at risk, resources were viewed and protected more fiercely, and socializing became frayed and costly. A bestial specter haunted Nova City, unleashing every latent psychosis under the sun, emblazoned on the banner of a thousand mice. Whose blade was keen enough to slay the multitudinous beasts within?
The search began for the origins of this malady. Luckily, robots, despite weathering a few encounters where their circuits were chewed to bits, were suited to tracing and tracking the vile vermin. Eventually, every source pointed in the same direction: down. Their best forensics indicated that somewhere in the underground sewers lay the breeding grounds for these creatures, providing them with dozens of exits and entrances. And yet, curiously, no scouting drone ever made it back out of that place intact. The mice were vicious when it came to protecting home and hearth.
The sewers themselves, like every wonder in Nova City were pristine, efficient, and clinical. Were. Such a pretend-utopia had long done away with letting people interact with their own filth, delegating such duties to more metallic hands. Hardly any living creature had sallied there in its prime, save for routine maintenance checks. Now? The infrastructure had seen better days, and few were bold enough to go into the suspected den of disease. The flowing waterways had an eerie silence about them, like the stillness of death, broken at intervals by the squeaks of it latest denizens.
The beasts demanded to be exterminated by flesh-and-blood, for only by one such would the mother of all this calamity reveal herself. Patient Zero, cautious and craven, would only content to devour one whose influence she had already infected. Nature, at is basest, destroys the weak. Nova City was desperate for one who would brave their toxic nest, and stick a blade into the heart of its corruption.
When: February 8th, evening
Where: Nova City sewers
What: Pest Control
It had been once week since the infestation had begun in Nova City. A wave of illness had swept upon its citizens, cursing them with maladies of body and brain. The former were not difficult to cure in the ultra-modern metropolis, though the latter proved more trying still. The young were more at risk, resources were viewed and protected more fiercely, and socializing became frayed and costly. A bestial specter haunted Nova City, unleashing every latent psychosis under the sun, emblazoned on the banner of a thousand mice. Whose blade was keen enough to slay the multitudinous beasts within?
The search began for the origins of this malady. Luckily, robots, despite weathering a few encounters where their circuits were chewed to bits, were suited to tracing and tracking the vile vermin. Eventually, every source pointed in the same direction: down. Their best forensics indicated that somewhere in the underground sewers lay the breeding grounds for these creatures, providing them with dozens of exits and entrances. And yet, curiously, no scouting drone ever made it back out of that place intact. The mice were vicious when it came to protecting home and hearth.
The sewers themselves, like every wonder in Nova City were pristine, efficient, and clinical. Were. Such a pretend-utopia had long done away with letting people interact with their own filth, delegating such duties to more metallic hands. Hardly any living creature had sallied there in its prime, save for routine maintenance checks. Now? The infrastructure had seen better days, and few were bold enough to go into the suspected den of disease. The flowing waterways had an eerie silence about them, like the stillness of death, broken at intervals by the squeaks of it latest denizens.
The beasts demanded to be exterminated by flesh-and-blood, for only by one such would the mother of all this calamity reveal herself. Patient Zero, cautious and craven, would only content to devour one whose influence she had already infected. Nature, at is basest, destroys the weak. Nova City was desperate for one who would brave their toxic nest, and stick a blade into the heart of its corruption.